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Harry | How You Encountered the Monotone Dreamer~>

Word Count: 1200
[Y/N] = Your Name
[Y/A] = Your Act
((Harry will be about 20 - 22))

With a bag full and eager eyes, you skipped into the club, spotting many crowds of men and woman.

"First time performing, and mom and dad said I'm perfect...so, what could go wrong?" You thought in your head, walking down through rows and aisles of tables filled with laughing people, finally settling on a table with a boy, probably around your age, with strangely long, bright red hair pulled back. He was wearing, from what you could see, a white dress shirt, a green overcoat over that, and a black tie. Upon his ears (in which you could barely see because of all his hair) were multiple piercings. He looked pretty dashing, so why not sit next to him? In his hands was a glass of an unknown liquid, and he had a large boombox next to him, sitting in his seat with anticipation.

"Hello! Seems like you're also performing! My name is [Y/N]! May I sit here?" You asked politely.

The boy's eyes looked up at you, slightly lighting up. "Oh, sure. I'm Harry by the way." In comparison with the aura he gave off, his voice seemed really monotone.

You happily slid into the seat beside him, resting your bag on the table.

"So, what are you here for?" You asked, trying to start some small talk at least. Harry said boringly, "I wanted to give a shot at this small kid's show I was thinking of making."

"A... children's show?"

"..y-yes.."

"Woah!" You exclaimed, surprised. "I would never  think of such a creative idea like that!" Why didn't you think of that?

The boy's cheeks then began to tint into a dark red, almost as red as his hair. "Th-thank you..." He murmured, hand hiding his blushing face. "Anyways," he coughed, embarrassed. "what are you doing? You mentioned you would be performing earlier."

"Um.. I was planning on doing [Y/A]." You mumbled, feeling ashamed that you didn't really have as big of a reason as the redhead. You heard Harry laugh, making you sink deeper into your seat.

"Hmm.. that's sounds pretty entertaining, actually."

Phew!  A cute boy accepts you!

You smiled brightly at his words, feeling cheered up already.

"Anyways," Harry said to you, standing up from his seat. He began to take off his overcoat, tie, and dress shirt, causing you to blush. However, he had a white, red-striped scarf, a red long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of slightly darker red jeans underneath. Huh. 

"If you excuse me, I'm going to show these people what a real show is like." Currently, there was simply a man playing gibberish on a piano. Harry grabbed his boombox, then looking back at you. "Wish me luck."

You laughed a bit, doing as he wished. You swore, the ends of his lips twitched into a small smile for a second. However, it was pretty hard to tell from the dim lighting in the room.

Harry walked up onto the stage, boombox in hand, and face determined.

~Too Lazy To Write Some Stuff Time Skip~